Blacktail Deer Plateau A sailor went to sea, sea, sea

That was a really sad but pretty post, Sammi.

Kisu said nothing for a while. Peregrine didn't blame him. Leaving him be, he stretched out beside Pura, intending to relax and perhaps return to drowsing. In fact, he'd begun to zone out when Kisu's voice stirred his ears. The Alpha male turned his head to focus on him again.

"My parents lived to be almost twice your age," he remarked, "and you appear to be in perfect physical health. I think you have a while to go, man," Peregrine opined, "and life is always going to have its ups and downs. Granted, most of us don't have to lose a mate twice. That is tough." He paused respectfully. "But we all lose somebody in the course of our life. Death is part of life... and life ain't easy."

He could've related his own tragedies—his brother's bitter betrayal, his exile, the loss of his parents—but Peregrine had no intention of entering a pissing contest. Kisu had drawn the short straw between the two of them, that was for sure. Peregrine gave him a solemn, uncharacteristically compassionate look and left it at that.